The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ridiculously massive, twisted metal roots erupt from the ground, like, somehow fusing with these mangled, still-twitching animal carcasses scattered everywhere. The air's super thick with the smell of burnt wire and ozone, and the sky above is a deep, bloody red, with the sun somehow split into three distinct, equally sized disks. Uh, the sound of a distorted, endlessly-looping livestream of a cryptocurrency market ticker echoes through the still air, somehow syncing up with the creaking and groaning of these twisted metal roots as they... shift and writhe like living things.